His second choice (s.m)

C H A P T E R . 6 .

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SHAWN'S POV:

'Y/N? Hello?'

The lines quiet, it's probably Daniel messing with me.

'Hiii - shawnn'

'Are you drunk? Unbelievable.'

'Wowww, what's with the fucking attitude?? I've been - ringing , erm - calling yeah that's it. Calling you alll day.'

She's dragging her words so she must be completely drunk.

'Fucks sake, where are you Y/N? Is Daniel there? You're new boyfriend?'

Can't believe her, 'did it all for love' my ass.

'You know what Shawn. I am sick of you. All I've ever been to you is a second choice!'

'Who the fuck told you that you were my second choice?'

I almost yell down the phone line, my jaw clenching.

Her response is the one I never wanted to hear, out of all the millions of possibilities.

'Me Shawn. Me. I'm you're second choice and your my first.'

She's crying. Fuck.
Before I could say anything she starts talking again.

'Shawn. I wish you the best in life, please do not try to find me. I need to move on - I cannot be stuck on you forever. I need to move on. And you? Well you never looked at me like that.'

She says between sobs.

Before I can speak the line goes dead.

I throw my phone onto the bed and throw the empty glass of water at the wall. What does she mean she's my second choice? All she's ever been is my first.

No shawn. She's just saying that because she's with Daniel now. She just wants you to feel bad. And plus. She was drunk? So she probably didn't even mean it.

Countless possibilities play over in my head. I can't break out of it.

'Shawn, come on, come round for me.'

It's Brian. Sat here trying to get me to focus - Meghan's stood in the door frame giving me a pity full smile.

'She had her reasons Shawn.'

Brian nods.

'She's right shawn I'm sure-'.

I cut them both off.

'yeah her reason was Daniel. Fucking Daniel.'

The room goes silent.
Brian clears his throat.

'Well - meet at the studio when you're ready?'

I just nod.

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Y/N'S POV : NEXT MORNING:

Why do I feel guilty? I've woken up with the worlds worst headache. Then I remember. I called Shawn.
Yeah, I couldn't of made the situation any worse. Great. I get up and take some painkillers - the girls still aren't back yet, must of been a fun night for sure. I clean up the apartment because I've always found it quite therapeutic to do so, helps me clear my mind.

Buzz buzz.

I answer it.

'Hello?'

'Hey! Y/N? it's me Chris! I hope you don't mind me calling you?'

'Oh wow! Hi Chris!' His voice is like silk. Wait Y/N get it together.

'So can you?? Hello? Y/N'

'Oh uh, the line broke up could you repeat yourself please?

I laugh awkwardly. Best worst liar award goes to me.

He chuckles.

'yeah of course'

oh my god. His laugh.

'Rori told me you're in town and might be looking for a job? And I'm actually a headmaster with a space if you're looking?'

'Wait!? Seriously? You would do that for me?'

'Of course, I always had a soft spot for you in high school, cmon you must of known that.'

He laughs again.

Finally, someone who might appreciate me.

'So the café by the school at noon? We can have a catch up too?'

'Yes! Of course! Thank you!'

The line goes dead.

Oh my god. Chris. One of my friends from high school, he got on well with everyone, apart from Shawn that is - apparently they had a fight at the Halloween party once but, neither of them would ever tell me why.

You haven't come back home for love, you've come back home to escape it. Right?

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